I was in a foul mood when I got home from work. I'd had a really rough day: a project proposal had been lost in the mail, I was chewed out by my boss, and to top it all off, I'd spilled tomato basil soup all over my new silk blouse. All I wanted to do when I got home was relax in the bath with a glass of wine. But my husband, Daniel, had different plans. Apparently he'd gotten a call from an old college friend, Ryan and they'd made plans to get together at a bar downtown. He really wanted me to meet Ryan, so instead of the quiet night at home I craved, I had to shower, put on makeup, and spend the evening at a loud, dark, smoky bar.
I was snippy all the way downtown. I was mad and surly as we arrived at the bar. But when we got in and met Ryan, my entire mood changed. You see, Ryan was gorgeous. Tall, with very broad shoulders. His hair was dark and cropped short. Even in the dim light of the bar, I could see the piercing blue of his eyes. In other words, he was absolutely fine. So fine, in fact that my knees went week and I felt myself moisten between my legs. I looked from Daniel to Ryan, knowing that I'd bed Ryan in a heartbeat if I had the chance.
Daniel went up to the bar to get us drinks. It was packed and it took him around ten minutes before he returned with our beer. While he was away, Ryan and I talked politely. As we laughed about Daniel in college, he reached over to touch my bare shoulder. I was wearing a white mini skirt that bordered on indecent and a tiny tank top that was cut to expose the tops of my breasts. The touch of his hand against my skin sent electric shockwaves throughout my body, ending up right in my pussy. God, I wanted him so bad.
Daniel finally arrived with our beer and the three of us talked as best we could over the din of the bar. I kept glancing at Ryan, catching his eyes and winking. I tried to drink my beer seductively, trying not to let my husband that I was totally wetting myself for his college bud. I was really tuned on, and I could tell that Ryan was too.
We emptied our beers and Daniel said that he'd go up to the bar to get refills. Ryan said that he had to pee and got up to go to the bathroom. I followed him, and as he opened the door to the men's room, I pushed him inside and locked the door behind us.
Ryan's kisses came immediately, burning across my skin. His mouth was on me everywhere: my face, lips and neck all surrendered willingly to his sweet mouth. He started lightly massaging my breasts through my bra and tank top. My nipples were so hard, I thought they would explode. My knees were shaking, and I felt like my entire body was made of rubber. I shook and quivered under Ryan's every touch.
"Hurry," I said breathlessly. "We don't have a lot of time. God. I'm so fucking horny."
Ryan pulled up my top and bra, freeing my breasts. They were quickly assaulted by his mouth and he began sucking and biting my nipples. I was overcome, floating on a cloud made of pure kisses. Then he reached down under my skirt. Pressing his hand against my damp underwear, he began to circle my clitoris with his hands. I erupted with one of the most powerful climaxes I've ever experienced. I slumped against the door of the bathroom, knees unable to support my own weight.
Ryan picked me up and sat me down on the bathroom sink. He parted my legs, knelt over and started kissing my inner thighs. Chills ran up and down my spine as his mouth approached my scorching cunt. Finally he reached up, pulled my underwear off, and dove directly for my sensitive spot. His tongue began teasing my clit and another round of orgasmic spasms rocked through my body. Ryan didn't stop, though. He kept on eating me down there, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout me. My head was spinning and I'm sure I was moaning loudly. My ears were ringing and I could barely see. All I could feel was his tongue on me, in me.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to put his cock in me and just do me. Just fucking do me.
Through clenched teeth, I said: "Fuck me. I need you to fuck me." Ryan stood up and pulled some change out of his pocket. He walked over to the wall where a large vending machine was mounted at eye-level. He put his coins in the slot, and turned the knob. A small packet came out the bottom of the machine. I found myself getting impossible wetter. He had a condom.
He undid his pants and his cock sprang out. Oh my God, it was so beautiful. The most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. Long and thick, it was perfect but for only one thing: it wasn't inside of me. That had to change, and quick.
Ryan tore open the condom package and unrolled the latex over his erect penis. He pushed my legs apart and grabbed my hips, pulling me to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly entered my aching pussy. He started with short, light strokes, then faster harder ones. Every thrust into me was accompanied with a low guttural grunt. He was grunting with exertion as he fucked me. It was primal, animal lust. I lived only to satisfy my cunt, and he was working to get me off.
Suddenly, Ryan pulled out. He stepped back, away from my spread legs and motioned for me to get off the sink. He then turned me around, bending me over and entered me from behind.
Or, he started to. He just put the head of his cock in me, leaving me desperately wanting more.
"God," I groaned. "Put it in me. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me." After what seemed like forever, he plunged the whole length of his cock inside of me. I immediately erupted in an orgasm. It was fantastic. And he didn't stop. He kept pounding his cock deeper and deeper into my willing cunt. I was swept away by the strength of my orgasms; I kept coming and coming as he fucked me hard.
Suddenly Ryan's grunting became more strained. His thrusts lengthened, with slight pauses between them. I knew he was about to come. Then he grabbed me with a strength that surprised me. He plunged his cock as deep into me as it would go, and I felt it pulse and twitch as he came. I was in absolute heaven as he filled the condom with his warm come.
When the spasms of his cock subsided, he pulled out of me. We were both out of breath, panting with exertion. He took off the condom and tossed it into the trash can. I grabbed my underwear and made myself presentable. I unlocked the door and stepped out into the bar.
Daniel was right in front of the door. He looked confused to see both Ryan and me leaving the men's room together. "What were you doing in there," he asked.
I thought quickly. "Oh," I said. "The line for the ladies room was too long, so I went in the men's. Ryan guarded the stall for me." My husband smiled and nodded. "The beer's at the table," he said as he walked into the bathroom. Ryan and I headed back to our table, tired and exhausted.
